PRESENCES, UNRECOGNIZED
In a German art gallery is a famous canvas entitled “Cloudland.” To a casual glance it looks like a daub of confused color without form or beauty. But upon close examination it reveals a mass of exquisite little cherub faces—an innumerable multitude of angels. So Milton:
“Millions of spiritual creatures walk this earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.” (Text.)
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Present Alone is Ours—See [To-morrow, Uncertainty of].
Present, The—See [Night, God’s Presence in the]; [Now, Do It].
PRESERVATION
It was one of the coldest days of winter. Benny came home from school, intending to brave the cold and go coasting till dark; but, when he found mama had a sick headache, he said nothing about coasting, but volunteered to amuse four-year-old Lulu while mama lay down for a nap. That’s the kind of a boy Benny was!
“Let’s blow soap-bubbles,” he said, taking Lulu into the kitchen, where he made a cup of beautiful soap-suds. Each had a pipe, and they blew bubbles for a long time. The sun shone in at the window, making them all the colors of the rainbow.